| | cut some bluebonnets, legally actually when on private property, interspersed with some small purple aster-looking things and some deep-red round-petaled ones, and surrounded them with great spikes of indian paintbrush. tied together with white ribbon fallen from my pirates fan. then ran around looking for somewhere or someone to present them to and ended up at michelle towards the end of her art show. i'd assembled the easels.
during the art show, consumed several chunks of guyere and chased away the taste of wine with a coke with an "o" sticker on the bottlecap, for ophelia apparently, in humor of some psychedelic hamlet production plans, because of my flowers and my larping garb.
oh yeah, our college night theme was larp, and there were quite a few pool toys involved, and a little too much green body paint. i have grown to like striding down a commons with cape flowing wide. and tearing across fields with the wind lifting my cape. good cape this year, a fuzzed hobbit brown and a weight that really hangs, and a hood that falls over my forehead for hitting books against. a lady on the metro with asymmetrical cornrows and one giant hoop earring reached across the aisle and sort of stroked my cloak.
walked to smashburger then to half-price books: Mystic Warrior: Book One of the Bronze Canticles, monster-sized with an appendix and an opening line of "In the 492nd year of the Dragonkings," after which I read no further ($1), Kafka anthology ($1), memoirish nature descriptions by Annie Dillard ($1), That Hideous Strength (48 cents), and my favorite, Le Guin's A Wizard of Earthsea ($1.75). Then I realized I was still wearing my larping costume and got myself out of the scifi/fantasy section.
I sat on a staircase to read while the others finished up. A little girl with frightening dark eyes, according to Rory, sat next to me and became my friend. Her name was Mackenzie Elizabeth something and she gave me a flower though she was sorry it was squashed from her hand, and I gave her my ball of spanish moss on a stick, one of several dropped from the campus trees this week.
and I'll try not to leave out the two herons, or the squirrel crunching his piece of branch and dropping bits into my hair, or how I completely forgot to go to work this afternoon for the first time.
so, any day in which flowers (or moss balls) pass hands three times is probably good. or any day you spend wearing a hobbit cape in public, I guess. though maybe those are just the small things.
it was good, but there's something I'm trying not to think about.
unrelated news - I'm the script coordinator next year. Thousands of football fans will be hearing my witty, witty words at halftime every game. Thousands. Zillions.
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